Forbidden Passion
Chapter 665 Loneliness

Phoebe thought Patrick's words made sense.

Phoebe tilted her head towards Mary. Mary had a strong presence and said, "In my opinion, reality shows are about the show. The reason our program chose to incorporate the protection and promotion of local intangible cultural heritage is to showcase it."

One emphasized reality, the other emphasized the show; both had their points.

Phoebe glanced at Noah, leaned in slightly, and whispered, "Noah, what do you think?"

The low pressure around Noah instantly disappeared, and he said, "I think the reality show needs both reality and show. The activities arranged by the production team are very interesting, but I hope the team formation and final competition results can be more genuine."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Mary tilted her head and said, "Since someone has objections, I will discuss it with the production team. Shall we continue the meeting?"

No one objected. Mary continued with her pen, and Theodore leaned back in his chair. In her peripheral vision, Phoebe listened intently.

Theodore's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the chair. His fingers were distinct, long, and beautiful.

Phoebe's gaze inadvertently swept over and paused on Theodore's fingers for a moment, and some memories about his hands flashed through her mind.

Realizing she was daydreaming about Theodore's hands, Phoebe cleared her throat, sat up straight, and took a sip from her teacup.

It seemed that in the past two years, she had been so restrained that she was now fantasizing about Theodore's hands.

Noah, sitting next to Phoebe, occasionally glanced at her and noticed her reddened earlobes. Noah's mind wandered, and he couldn't take his eyes off her ears.

Sitting across from Noah was Vanessa. Her gaze wandered between Phoebe and Theodore, and she saw Phoebe staring at Theodore's fingers dazely.

Theodore probably noticed Phoebe's gaze too. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his deep eyes were filled with a sense of joy.

Vanessa's hands clenched into fists on her lap.

As soon as Phoebe returned, she captured all of Theodore's attention, while Vanessa had been cautious around Theodore for nearly three years, and he never paid her any mind.

The meeting ended, and Mary invited everyone to dinner, which was set at a five-star hotel next to Extraordinary Entertainments.

The private room was large, like a small banquet hall, accommodating over thirty people. The round dining table was filled with various delicacies.

Phoebe took a glass of wine and went to the terrace with Grace to enjoy the night view. Outside the window was the bustling commercial street, with dazzling lights and a vibrant atmosphere. Grace said, "Phoebe, are you going to stay in Kedora for good and not leave again?"

Phoebe took a sip of wine, gazing into the deep night. She said, "Yes, I plan to stay in Kedora during this period." "And you and Theodore?"

Phoebe interrupted her softly, "I'm not back because of him."

"I know, I just think it's a pity." Grace took a gulp of wine. She had heard from Taylor about Phoebe and Theodore.

When Phoebe and Theodore first got married, they had a sweet life until Phoebe's miscarriage changed everything.

Phoebe seemed to have moved on. "It's not a pity. Some people don't belong to you, and you have to say goodbye eventually."

"But you two used to be so close," Grace said, thinking about the sadness in Theodore's eyes when he mentioned Phoebe that night. It made her feel bad.

Grace could tell that Phoebe hadn't let go of Theodore.

Phoebe smiled faintly, her eyes hidden by the deep night, making her look a bit somber. She murmured, "Did we really have feelings for each other?" Grace, slightly tipsy, said firmly, "Everyone has feelings. You were married for so long; it's impossible to feel nothing."

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat at Grace's words, but she shook her head. If Theodore truly had feelings for her, he wouldn't have abandoned her when it mattered most. She said, "Grace, you're still young. Just because you're married doesn't mean you'll develop feelings."

Behind them, Theodore leaned against the wall. Hearing Phoebe's words, he downed his drink. The bitter and spicy liquid burned his throat, filling his heart with bitterness. Theodore placed his glass on a nearby cabinet and headed for the door. Mary noticed him leaving and quickly caught up, saying, "Mr. Reynolds, are you leaving already?" Theodore paused for a while, his gaze drifting towards the terrace. "I'm leaving since you all feel comfortable with me here."

Mary followed Theodore's gaze and saw Phoebe turning to look at them. Mary waved at Phoebe before facing Theodore again and said, "You're worried Ms. Ziegler feels uneasy, right?" Theodore glanced at Mary indifferently, "Ms. Watson, some things are better left unsaid."

Mary smiled, "Then I bid you farewell, Mr. Reynolds."

Theodore didn't stay at the party any longer and quickly left.

Phoebe saw Theodore's figure disappear from the private room. She pulled Grace back inside and started chatting with other executives.

Without Theodore there, Phoebe was in her element. She quickly exchanged contact information with them and engaged in lively conversations.

Patrick took a photo with his phone and sent it to the frustrated Theodore, along with a message.

Patrick: [Look at Phoebe, the star of the show.]

Theodore hadn't gone far. He was in the lobby downstairs, sobering up on a couch. Seeing Patrick's photo, he squinted his eyes.

Phoebe was surrounded by several executives, laughing and chatting. She had a faint smile on her face, looking radiant.

Theodore extended his finger to zoom in on the photo. Phoebe's smiling face filled his screen, and his heart ached.

Since their reunion, Phoebe had only shown him impatience and coldness, never sparing him a smile.

But now, she was smiling so brightly at other men.

Theodore closed his eyes, unable to suppress the jealousy and anger in his heart. He turned off the screen and leaned back on the couch, his expression as forlorn as a wounded beast. Footsteps approached, and the couch beside him sank slightly. Theodore opened his eyes abruptly.

Seeing Vanessa sitting next to him, Theodore frowned, a look of impatience flashing in his eyes before saying, "What are you doing here?"

Vanessa handed him a bottle of hangover medicine. "I just went out to buy this. Drink it; it will make your stomach feel better."

Theodore pushed her hand away coldly. "I don't need it. Leave."

Vanessa bit her lip and stood up, her emotions suddenly out of control. "I know you've always blamed me. I shouldn't have been saved first back then. If I knew you'd regret it so much now, I would have wished you saved her instead." Before she finished speaking, a group of people who had just exited the elevator stopped in their tracks, watching they argue from a distance.